As promises of never-ending love go, this isn’t terribly optimistic.
It’s like Alan Jackson didn’t get the songwriters manual that mandates flowery and unrealistic promises to walk a thousand miles and rope the moon and such.
So he wrote a plaintive
promise instead. He’ll try. That’s it.
And somehow, that’s more romantic than the most figurative metaphor could ever be.
Written by Alan Jackson
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